It was a coyote. He was obviously very hungry, since everything was still covered in heavy snow. He saw me and started toward me to try to get some fo...od. Then he stopped and backed up. Again he started toward me, only to stop and back up again. He could sense that I had food, but he had an ingrained attitude to avoid humans. He was obviously struggling with an internal conflict. He needed food to stay alive, but was afraid to go after it with me, an enemy. After watching his struggles with. I started to stroke my now aching cock. She teased me with her feather boa, and her fingers brushed against my mushroom shaped cock head. Every now and then, she would lean forward and suck my girl cock to give it plenty of lube, and then wrap her fingers around my shaft and wank it also. She could see how much I enjoyed it—see that I was going to burst any second. She told me to enjoy it, 'cause from now on, she told me, I would only be allowed to wank with her permission. She knew I was a. I looked up as I started to pack my panties and smiled at him and bit my lips seductively and winked at him. He knew what I was doing but being married he was scared to do or say anything. After a minute, I turned my back to him, squatted on the floor opening my bag again but this time I had my skirt pulled down enough to show him the thong strings on my ass as I continued to play in my bag. He had a good view of my thong disappearing in my ass crack. I suddenly turned and caught him staring. Then she leaned over, her hands on the floor. The cheeks of her ass parted. Billy was staring at his mother's hairy cunt and ass, watching the hair-lined lips of her cunt suck inward, the ring of her tan asshole puckering. Donna peered with hot, excited eyes between her legs at her son."See anything you'd like to stick your cock in?"Billy lowered his eyes to his mother's upside-down face, seeing her moist lips."Your mouth, Mother," he said.Donna twisted her ass. "What about anything else?"Billy.